Seriously, this AR thing of theirs seriously bites. I mean, big-time. It’s a host of little mini-me dictatorships. I’ve always called it the Archipelago of Egos. They can’t be serious. They have NO idea. It will be awful to watch. Balkanization. Chechenization. Warlordization. It will be a good bad advertisement for secular humanist and tekkie-wikinista dreams, though, so it may be good in that respect.

There’s a reason why religions, countries, things like AA, have this notion of the Higher Power. It’s because, the Lower Power of man’s ego is really a horrible thing.

After all, most of the disciplinary action given out is given to the wrong people in the first place, so if they really want to abandon their own system and let residents decide – everyone should be given a fair chance.

Given the fact that 95% of the disciplinary action was given out to disposable unverified alts, they won’t know or care… and the remaining 5% of regular players that were wrongly hit with the banhammer get a chance to prove themselves again.

Bob

Has anyone considered what this will do to the TOS?

LL is proposing to walk away from what little responsibility they have taken thus far for administering ‘law and order’ in world and place responsibility for administering it with ‘the residents’.(Ah, WHAT a surprise, it’s too difficult and not fun, so let’s wash our hands of it – as usual)

Much of the TOS – AKA ‘the thousand and one commandments’, or that ‘unenforceable piece of BS’, relates to precisely the sort of issues that it’s being mooted residents should take care of.

This is going to make the TOS, if and when Dictator Linden gets around to amend it, look seriously one sided isn’t it?
Paragraph after paragraph of ‘cover LL’s corporate ass at all costs’ and maybe a couple of paragraphs of ‘cover the residents ass’s’

Just a thought here. How can this POSSIBLY work without some equivalent of a ‘Bill of Rights’ for residents?

Or do we simply accept a world like Prok so skillfully parodied to Uri? One where Dictator Linden is replaced by a ‘Great Dictator’ for every sim, maybe every parcel?

Oh, and, regardless of the penalties which I my be subject to in future should I dare venture into the territory of the Beloved, Great and Omnipotent Benevolent Ruler – may the sun never set on his virtuous countenance – Prokofy Neva; I just have to ask…

Russian ELF???? Ye Gods! What does a Russian undead look like then?

Did you come back with a black eye from the Turkish grocery when you asked for “feta” instead of “beyaz peynir”? Then direct your anger to Uri, it was *him* who was supposed to go to that grocery.

I can understand your frustration though. As a pro chef you have to serve genuine products but keep in mind that SLH’s budged is limited. As a result the SLH Yacht Cheese Platter can only have Turkish feta, Danish stilton, German Roquefort and Romanian Pecorino. Do you wash down with US Champagne, Moroccan Bordeaux and Russian Kölsch? I guess that the “Russian Osetra cavia” (sic) was nothing more than Californian paddlefish caviar, no?

And since you are now sailing the Black Sea, make sure when you disembark in Bulgaria to ask for “sirene” and in Russia for “brynza” (ask Prok for the correct pronunciation) and not for Bulgarian or Russian “feta” cheese.

People who volunteer for this type of position are usually those who covet power. Occasionally you’ll get a good one in there a person of the “community helper” bent, but more than likely … it doesn’t turn out that way.

You can dress them up, but you can’t take them out.

So you’re right: next time Uri’s balling out yacht-side, he’ll have to report that he was indulging in ‘Turkish white cheese not unlike feta’. And as the SLH yacht Head Chef, I can personally assure you that if any mofos call that ish ‘feta’ on the yacht, they’ll be sent down to davy jones’ locker after I personally bitch slap them with a handful of non-feta.

Zeus, I don’t let terrestrial nation states and their political organizations determine my linguistic practices. I defer to the practice of my local SL clan leader. Possibly Marilyn, if I’ve been ensnared in one of her speed traps.